CHAPTER 666: CHAPTER 278: THOUSAND-EYED DEMON SHEEP, TERRIFYING POWER, SPIRITUAL MEDICINE 2

At such a close distance, with hundreds of golden beams shooting towards him, it was unrealistic for Xia Hong to completely dodge them, so he only avoided his vital areas, enduring dozens of them on his shoulders and back.

Those golden beams, capable of penetrating the bodies of Peng Bo, Chen Yingyuan, and the other nine, merely broke the skin when they struck Xia Hong, unable to pierce through flesh.

Moreover, since the impacts weren’t on vital areas, Xia Hong wasn’t seriously injured at all, nor did his movements become distorted.

The Demon Sheep couldn’t hurt him, but the damage he inflicted on it was fierce.

Just now, with a sweep of his horizontal blade at the Demon Sheep’s head, he left an extraordinary half-meter deep cut on the left side of its neck.

Strangely, no blood flowed out from the cut!

In fact, even when Xia Hong stabbed into the Demon Sheep’s neck with the first strike, not a single drop of blood was splattered.

Such a deep wound with no blood flowing out?

Chen Peng and the others were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Soon, Yuwen Dao’s exclamation resolved their doubts.

"The Cold Blood Blade, the leader’s Cold Blood Blade, it can absorb Cold Beast Blood!"

Thud, thud, thud...

With its last life-saving trick useless and realizing it was at a dead end, the Demon Sheep began an intense struggle, its limbs furiously thrashing on the ground, occasionally trying to shake off or ram Xia Hong off its neck with its sharp horns.

Nevertheless, all was in vain.

Xia Hong switched to holding the saber with one hand, maintaining the Cold Blood Blade embedded in the Demon Sheep’s neck, while with his other hand, he drew the Dragon Sparrow Saber and thrust it directly into the already cut open wound.

Splurt...

This strike, Xia Hong aimed straight into the Demon Sheep’s skull.

Once pierced through, the Demon Sheep’s body instantly tensed up, its previously thrashing limbs turning rigid, ceasing all movement.

Hiss...

Perceiving the Demon Sheep’s death, Xia Hong swiftly withdrew the Cold Blood Blade to prevent its body from being drained dry of its blood.

After the Demon Sheep’s life ended, its massive body immediately began to shrink, from an original length of nearly thirty meters, gradually reducing to just over two meters.

Returned to its normal form, the densely packed golden eyes on the Demon Sheep’s body became clearly visible, grotesque and terrifying.

Xia Hong withdrew his gaze from the Demon Sheep’s corpse and looked at the Cold Blood Blade in his hand, which was growing increasingly vibrant in color, his expression subtly shocked.

He clearly sensed that the Cold Blood Blade in his hand had become heavier!

At the start of the year, when Mu Dong handed the Cold Blood Blade to him, it weighed just over four hundred jins. After just slaying the first Advanced Frost Wolf, it became over five hundred jins. Now, after slaying this Demon Sheep, it weighs over six hundred jins.

"I can basically confirm that this Cold Blood Blade can continually gain weight by absorbing Cold Beast Blood, just not sure where the upper limit is!"

Generally, weapons must be at least one-tenth of one’s Basic Strength in weight to be suitable. Given his current Basic Strength, even a Dragon Sparrow Saber weighing sixty to seventy thousand jins doesn’t feel very handy. The Cold Blood Blade, weighing over four hundred jins, feels almost as light as a feather in his hand.

The problem is, with the camp’s current forging capabilities, crafting a weapon of a suitable weight for him would be resource-consuming, time-intensive, labor-intensive, and highly difficult, and certainly not achievable in the short term.

The Cold Blood Blade’s feature perfectly resolves this issue.

Amidst Xia Hong’s excitement over the Cold Blood Blade’s attributes, Chen Yingyuan, Peng Bo, and even the injured Yuwen Dao and the other seven, looking at the Demon Sheep’s carcass at his feet, felt surging waves in their hearts.

The scene of Xia Hong slaying the Demon Sheep replayed in their minds, their faces filled with shock and alarm, leaving them with only one question in their hearts.

"Just how strong is the leader’s strength?"

Compared to Yuwen Dao and others, Chen Peng and the others felt even more shocked.

After returning from Longyou, they’d learned much about the Great Xia and were well aware that Xia Hong’s greatest feat to date was saving Hou Hu from Li Tiancheng’s hands.

Based on that account, Xia Hong’s Basic Strength ought to be between Seventeen鬃 and Eighteen鬃, already considered top-tier in Longyou, quite strong.

Yet, at this moment, they realized that Xia Hong’s strength far surpassed that.

"The force just unleashed by the Demon Sheep was definitely above twenty鬃, yet it had no chance to retaliate before the leader killed it outright!"

"The Demon Sheep’s deadly move couldn’t even penetrate the leader’s flesh, merely breaking his skin. This strength, this strength..."

Chen Peng and Peng Bo exchanged a glance, both swallowing hard.

"Everyone get up quickly, check on the injuries of the others."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Xia Hong’s tone, Chen Peng and Peng Bo flushed with embarrassment as they looked at the injured around them, full of guilt. Rising up, they approached Xia Hong and bowed deeply:

"Subordinates have failed in their duties, we hope the leader forgives us!"

"My strength was lacking, boasting recklessly, causing all the brothers to get hurt, nearly losing their lives, please punish me, leader."

Their proactive plea for forgiveness wasn’t without reason!

Last night, when venturing deep into Redwood Ridge, Xia Hong’s original intent was to lead everyone and hunt a few Advanced Cold Beasts as a test. It was Chen Peng and Peng Bo who volunteered, saying they could take care of the remaining seven on their own, which led Xia Hong to let them hunt on their own while he went to a deeper location.

Unexpectedly, he just hunted a Frost Wolf in the deep and upon returning, found the nine in such a state. Had he been any later, there might have been deaths.

Xia Hong had no mind to blame the two, merely waving his hand helplessly, asking: "Yang Lu and the Beehive are both on the northern side of Redwood Ridge. You’ve entered Redwood Ridge more than once or twice, how could you have chosen the wrong prey?"